All Chapters of UNDRESSED BY THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

POV: DANTEThe apartment building in Williamsburg was nondescript...four stories, red brick, the kind of place that blended perfectly into the neighborhood of young professionals and artists who had no idea what actually happened behind closed doors in places like this.Dante stood in the hallway outside Webb's apartment at 6:42 AM, flanked by two of his best men. Paolo on his left, built like a wall, carrying himself with the ease of someone who'd broken more bones than most people had met. Giancarlo on his right, smaller but sharper, the kind of smart that came from years of reading people before things went violent.They didn't have to knock.Dante had keys to everything that mattered in Brooklyn. That was the point of taking territory, knowing exactly how to move through it, exactly where the vulnerabilities were, exactly when to press.Paolo used the key. The door swung open silently, Dante's people had oiled the hinges weeks ago, and they entered into a modest living room that s

Dante gestured to Giancarlo, who held out a folder to Ricco."New operations map," Dante said. "Your territory remains the same. Your profit structure remains the same. The only thing that changes is who you report to. You work for me now."Ricco looked at the folder, then at the photographs of his family, then back at Dante."How long do I have to decide?" Ricco asked, his voice much smaller now."You've already decided," Dante said. "You just don't know it yet. What you're going to do is take that folder, go back to your operation, and you're going to start introducing my people to your contacts. You're going to transition everything smoothly. And when it's done, when all your people have been integrated into my network, you're going to get a bonus. Two hundred thousand dollars for making the transition seamless."Dante turned to address all seven dealers."This is the choice in front of each of you," Dante said. "Switch now, get paid, maintain your territory, keep your families saf

"You're facilitating," Luca echoed, and there was something heavy in his voice now. "Let's not pretend there's a difference."Dante felt something twist in his chest.Luca was right. There was no difference. Dante was giving the order that would lead to Eve's death. Dante was selecting the weapon that would be used against her. Dante was participating in murder the same way The Covenant was participating, just one step removed."How do we approach Angela?" Dante asked, pushing past the moral weight because he had to."Carefully," Luca said. "She's intelligent. She'll understand what she's being asked to do. She'll know that refusing means consequences. But we need to frame it in a way that gives her the illusion of choice.""How?" Dante asked."You tell her it's an intelligence operation," Luca said. "You tell her The Covenant is developing a weapon, and they need information about Dimitri's woman to create leverage. You tell her she's gathering intelligence, not facilitating murder.

*A Week Later*Madison Avenue on a Tuesday afternoon was the perfect place to gather intelligence.Angela had suggested shopping, framing it as an opportunity to help Eve rediscover her personal style. What it actually was, was an opportunity to map Eve's routines, her preferred stores, her security protocols, and the gaps in her protection.They started at a boutique in Midtown, moving through racks of designer clothing. Angela played the role of stylist, helping Eve try on pieces, offering opinions, building the relationship one dress at a time.But while she was doing that, she was also noting everything.The security detail stayed back, two men positioned near the store entrance, communicating via earpieces. They gave Eve space but maintained clear sightlines. Professional. Competent. But not perfect."You have a gap when you're in the dressing rooms," Angela noted casually while Eve was changing. "Your security can't see you in there. That has to make you feel vulnerable.""I hav

But what The Covenant didn't know was that he had seen it coming. "Pause that," Dimitri said.Marco paused the audio."Play back the conversation from yesterday," Dimitri said. "The one where Angela specifically mentioned Eve's yoga class on Monday."Marco pulled up the recording from the previous day. The audio filled the penthouse.Angela: "So you're definitely going to that yoga class Monday morning? Even with everything that's been happening?"Eve: "I think I need it. I need some normalcy. Some routine. The 6 AM class at the studio in the West Village."Angela: "That's good. You need to take care of yourself."Eve: "You should come with me sometime."Angela: "Maybe I will."Dimitri stopped the playback."Monday morning," Dimitri said. "6 AM. West Village yoga studio. That's when they'll move.""How are you certain?" Mike asked."Because that's the perfect window," Dimitri said. "Early morning. Private studio. Limited security presence because Eve will be in a public space that se